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“And that's a wrap, everyone~" I all but chirped, leaning back in the chair in front of my computer. “Now, I'm gonna head out, but be sure to check out some of my friends and guildmates if you're gonna keep watching~" I toggled the streaming software off and stretched, arching back in my chair and feeling my chest press against my top.

I should probably introduce myself: I'm Kai “Foxtail" D'aureville. And, well, I'm a full on fox-rabbit hybrid, hence the gamer/streamer handle “Foxtail." Mom and Dad are a pair of scientists: Dad's an organic chemist while Mom's a pharmacologist. Given their strong desire for a family (and well, foxes and rabbits both aren't exactly known for a low sex-drive), it really wasn't a surprised they joined a team of scientists who'd been trying to make inter-species compatibility easier. According to the experts, they could mate until Mom didn't go into heat any more and never conceive, even if there was a small chance. What had shaken up, well, the world was when the team they joined had managed to crack it.

The result was, well, me! Looking in the mirror as I changed, I hmmed… How best to describe myself? I'm maybe 5'7" or 5'8"… at least without the bunny ears. With those, well… it was easy to pick me out in a crowd given I wasn't a lop-bunny variant. And even in a crowd of bunnies, my coloring would give me away. I got my dad's coloring: tips of my ears and from my forearms to my finger-tips are a rich, warm brown that fades into an orange that has, as far as my artist friends say, has a shade more red than yellow. My shoulder-length just barely wavy hair was a color somewhere between those, too. And along my front, and on my… admittedly large footpaws (I mean, come on, I'm part bunny!) to just past my ankles are a much lighter, slightly golden white. And, of course, the fox-like tail that pulled it all together (well, with my bright-green eyes); said tail had fur coloring in what I told was a paintbrush pattern going from my front, to that brown on my forearms, to the orange on the rest of my body.

Honestly? I loved my hybrid looks; I wouldn't give up my bunny ears or fox tail for anything. Among the first gen of hybrids, I was one of the most popular for my looks. At least until the end of middle school. That was when my parents finally got the paparazzi that had followed us around until we finally got them off my back.

That was when it'd be a lot… more difficult to hide one aspect of my hybridization. I mean, how else do you explain a girl who needs her own room to change other than her being a hermaphrodite? Particularly as the girls around her are going into their seasons for the first time (let alone her own). Herms weren't… unheard of, but they were rare. And there were a lot of stereotypes about them around that, well, I mostly don't follow. Plus, I'd rather the whole world didn't know what I had below the belt. Besides, the therapy and formula that my parents' team eventually sent out ironed out that particular hiccup with it (well, and that her mother, despite having a rabbit's fertility, had been limited to one kit per season by the initial therapy). My own virility and fertility? As if I was a regular tod or buck or vixen or doe, really. Though I was born without the need to go through the therapy.

As for what I was doing, well, at the moment, I was getting ready to go out. I'd spent the last few days working on a coding project as a contract and, man, did I need to get out (preferably into someone else's bed, but, well, years of navigating life as a herm… I didn't have my hopes up)! And out from behind my computer; I'd carved out a niche as a streamer who streamed both coding and gaming, my downtime between contracts spent trying to recreate game programming for my own benefit and, potentially, some education. I… didn't have the biggest following, admittedly, but hey, made me feel that much better when I did get recognized for that and not, well, existing.

I decided to go all out: I pulled a tailored, indigo zip-up-in-the-front crop-top around my smallish B-cups and pulled on matching bicep-length fingerless gloves and paw-wraps that came around my ankles, nice and snug. After pulling on some lacy black boyshorts (hey, they're just more comfortable when you're both, alright?), I pulled on a pair of black pants that had slits along the front held closed by golden rings that rested on my thighs and knocked against my shins (thank the gods for fur, huh?). And had similar slits on the back, though they only came up to the back of my knees with a single ring on my calves. My shoulders and belly were on full display, though, and the pants had a spot for my tail, of course.

Now… I know what you're probably thinking: this is a weird outfit, borderline cosplay. But where I planned on going, well, it's not exactly a normal club. And as I showed the wrist-band I wore/won to gain entrance, my outfit was the least 'odd' thing about this club. The first floor was fairly typical club scene: sunken dance floor surrounded on three sides by a floor level bar/seating area. There was a DJ booth on the fourth side against the wall, as well. Pretty standard… except for the decoration. It was like stepping into a low-key cyberpunk-themed anime/video game convention. Which matched with what was on the second and third floors: gaming rooms and game-development labs. Code Nyte (a play on night and byte, I was told), is a club tailored towards gamers and game developers (with some serious personal hygiene rules in place). The wristband I wore to get in was a free pass I'd got from a coding competition.

And my outfit was… while not the least cosplay, I didn't go all out with props or anything. Everywhere there were peace-tied weapons, wrist tech from various games, and even armor pieces. It was kinda hard to dance to the game-music remixes, honestly, but I found myself dancing with a small group. Particularly with an admittedly cute husky dressed more normally in a leather jacket and blouse with matching pants. Each of our steps seemed to naturally compliment each other, twisting and slipping close without actually touching… except for our tails, or at least mine. It brushed along the husky woman's, mostly to stay out of the way of their, and others', paws. She just smiled, showing she didn't seem to mind and started to dance even closer, pressing a bit into me occasionally when space became a premium.

I did, eventually, reach a point of needing a break and signaled I was heading to the bar. To my surprise, she slide her arm entwined with mine and walked with me until we found a relatively quiet booth seat. “While I certainly don't mind the company, you sure about joining me?"

“I mean, I need a break and pretty sure this would go over better with my mate than heading somewhere quiet with a guy He's not much for dancing; he's upstairs running a play testing session." The husky said, lounging in the seat on the other side of the table. I'd gotten some fruit juice-soda, heavy on berries, though she'd just grabbed a water. “Not that he's the jealous type, but he would rather be there. Both for fun and safety reasons."

“I mean, can't blame him~" I chirred… it was kinda like a purr and a chitter combined. And was apparently a weird sound I could make? Admittedly there was a lot about me that was odd. Chirring was just a small one. “But definitely curious. What's he playtesting?"

“Just our group's latest mechanics, trying to see which ones feel good, which ones might get scrapped, that sort of thing. But you know the drill, huh, Foxtail~?" The husky winked. “I'm Delia, by the way. Good to meet you in the flesh; your streams are pretty good. It's actually pretty surprising how close you come to some of our official code… and helped me clean up my own with your hindsight approaches." I blinked and tilted my head.

“Glad I could help? Though, it is nice to meet a fan. In development no less. Contracts are nice and all, but it gets a bit annoying to not get my paws on a full game." I admitted. “Or to not work with a team. Most interaction I've had in a week, let alone in person. I mean, guildmates are good and all, but our guild's small on Spellslingers. And I try not to play too much when I've got a contract."

“Yeah, saw you hadn't been streaming as much during the day. But neat that you play Spellslingers, got a housemate who plays that, too." Spellslingers was an MMO that was a blend of cyberpunk and fantasy: dungeon raids and magic meets third person looter shooters. “Should get you two in touch."

“Housemate?"

“Oh yeah; my mate and I are part of Gamehouse Studio~" Delia said. I'd heard the name: they'd had a few pretty successful, but small, projects lately. “And the 'Gamehouse' of that is pretty literal: our whole team is put up on, well, a compound? Mansion? It's big enough we're not on each other's tails all the time, at least. Oh, and I'm about to bark, as a warning~" Delia said; I put my drink down and pulled my ears down. The warning was appreaciated; loud sounds hurt when you've got ears this big. It was why the club's music wasn't all that loud. Delia did, indeed, let out a bark, which seemed to summon who I could only assume was her mate.

He was a lion who stood, well… his muzzle came up to probably where my coloring started to change on my ears, if I'd have to guess, otherwise dwarfing me and the slightly taller husky I'd danced with. And while Delia did have some soft curves from what I could just make out, her mate was well built and definitely solid. Honestly reminded me more of a tiger than most lions I saw. And my… lack of interaction had definitely gotten to me; both sides of me stirred imagining just how the two of them had their fun~

I shook my head a bit as he spoke up. “Playtests are still going, but wanted to check on you, Del." The husky rolled her eyes a bit with a slight smirk.

“I'm fine, Alrac, really~ I think Kai's dancing here drove away most who would've bothered me." Delia winked at me when she got up to hug around the lion's maned neck. I tilted my head a bit, though: I was pretty careful about my name, but I did know my looks kinda gave away who I was to anyone who remembered things from just over a decade ago. Alrac looked at me and I waved while downing the last of the berry soda I'd gotten.

“Oh? I bet that was a sight~" He rumbled; I nearly choked on my drink when Delia laughed. “But I'm going back upstairs, then. Just be careful, remember?"

“Yeah, yeah, I know, you big purr-ball. I'll probably go find a lounge to hangout in here soon enough. Maybe talk with Kai a bit more in private." She let out a quiet ruff when Alrac gave her hip a squeeze before he disappeared… sort of. It wasn't particularly hard to pick out a lion wearing just a vest and pair of cargo shorts as he headed back upstairs.

“No more dancing?"

“Nah, been on my paws a bit and Al'd just worry more. You don't have to join me, but I have wanted to get in contact with you anyways. But if you're not up for more shop talk, or just hanging out, I'd settle for just your number~"

“Getting some… mixed signals here, I think. Though, that could just be me. I did kinda hope to get some tail tonight." I sighed. There was only so much a rabbit-and-fox hybrid could masturbate before she needed a real partner. As difficult as that was at times.

“I doubt it~ But I do understand a bit." Delia gave me a rather sly smirk. I really felt that run through me: a warmth that spread from my cheeks and down my spine. And settled in my groin; I had to fight a wince with how fast my sheath filled out. “I mean, if Alrac and I aren't to your tastes, definitely can just wait to talk another time."

“Wait, you and him?" My gender wasn't that common knowledge, was it?

“Like I said, if you wouldn't be into that, I understand. We are mates, but we're definitely not above pulling others in for some fun. I should warn you, though, he's gone through the Omni treatment. Thought I guess that wouldn't really matter with you already naturally like that..." Omni was the brand name version of what her parents developed: it had a few side-effects, still, but was on the market and widely available for a while. Most considered the slightly enhanced libido, and a bit of growth in all the right areas… and messiness on the virility side of things to be good things. It did also explain how they knew my name: the only other fox/bun hybrids were her siblings, twins, who were half my age… and about half a country away.

It also was something both members of the couple had to go through. “What about you, though?" I wasn't totally surprised that she knew that much about it: I was an obvious hybrid, after all. And the info video they'd made, I'd been told, explained that children between parents who'd undergone the treatment would already be omnifertile or omnivirile.

“I wouldn't… -OH!" She let out a yelp before, I could swear, her eyes twinkled. “Ah, well, there was a reason we went through it. No worries on my end." I bit my lower lip; Delia was cute and Alrac… well, he was pretty handsome. I mean, I could certainly see myself having fun with both of them… so vividly I was a little worried about my underwear. I got up and Delia bounced happily, taking my hand while her tail wagged. We did stop by the bar and got a couple more drinks, in bottles, before heading up to the second floor. She did poke her head in on the playtest to give a quiet call to Alrac to let him know they'd come upstairs. I followed her, a bit on edge and on my toes, still a bit disbelieving what was happening.

Delia found us a room, setting the 'party mode' on the door to private, which meant it'd be locked completely. Inside was an over-stuffed couch opposite a projector screen that had a screensaver on it. There were a number of systems locked behind cages, controllers leashed to a table for each one. A fairly nice, sound-proofed room that lent itself to all party needs; there was even an intercom to order food and drinks. And, well, it was a club: the owners knew that soundproof rooms and dancing and alcohol meant these rooms weren't used just for gaming. I took a gulp of berry-soda before setting the bottles down on an end-table.

“Much quieter and private in here~" Delia said. “Which means I can double check what you meant; you meant being a herm, right~? Or at least I hope so. Intersex would be a mild disappointment; Alrac's not really into anal~" I felt my ears twitch and grow warm in slight embarrassment.

“Y-yeah, I'm a herm. Not something we exactly spread around in case it put people off the Omni program."

“Oh, that's understandable… wait, is it a side-effect?"

“Only of the proto-version, and even then it was like… one-in-four, I think? There were only eight of us born from that version, after all, so it wasn't like there was a large sample size. I mean, I think there is a slightly higher chance, but it's only a mild increase of a chance compared to normal rates." My voice was flat as I flopped onto the couch. Talking about what little I knew always put me in a bad mood given how often I had gotten asked about it in college.

“I-I didn't mean it like that, really! I mean, neither Alrac or I are herms, so I'd really want to pick your brain. I mean, I still do, but that's more as a horny husky instead of a worried mother-to-be." Delia whined a little. “Ugh, but that's really not what I wanted to talk to you about at all… I mean, yeah, sure, Al and I are definitely curious about what it was like growing up, but we're definitely more interested in your coding skills."

“Wait, really?"

“Well, yeah! I've watched your streams for a while, actually. But as far as Gamehouse goes… we do kinda have to vet employees pretty thoroughly since we all live together." Delia joined me on the couch. “I mean, I think we've got a pretty good handle from your streams, but you'd be surprised how many we meet who just have a whole different side to them than when they're streaming."

“Well, I do tend to make an effort to keep things PG…" I admitted. Delia raised an eyebrow. “Oh, just swearing… and honestly, well, wearing clothes. Bunny fur's not exactly thin." It was why I wore what I had, and even this was a bit more conservative than I'd like.

“Ooh, yeah, T.O.S is a stickler for that. For good reason, but still." Delia said with a sip from her water.

“And congrats on the pups/cubs, by the way. Should've said it earlier, just… not used to someone being so quick to accept that I'm a herm. Or not pester me about the stereotypes."

“Thanks! We're not that far along, though. I do hope not getting to risk kits on me isn't a turn off~?"

“Uh… no, not particularly." I managed to get out with a quiet voice. In truth, while I would love that risk, I equally enjoyed partners who were already knocked up (at least in theory, hadn't really tried it out). “But you're… quite free~"

“Most at Gamehouse are; Al and I are just… really close. Kinda why we've got a free room. Though we have been wanting to expand the staff anyways with our recent successes. Our designers aren't afraid to get more ambitious after all." Delia was looking at me curiously. “Would that be a problem?"

“N-no, just not used to it. As long as nobody minds a herm."

“I doubt it, but I would probably want to run it by everyone to be sure. With your permission, of course."

“… I'll have to think on it."

“Don't blame ya, some of those stereotypes are awful. But, hey, you're not aggressively trying to get under my tail, so…" She tapped the side of her nose. I blushed a bit: of course a canine, a husky no less, could smell that I was a bit worked up. I rarely noticed my own scent. “And you're not about to break out of those pants." I stuck my tongue out with a huff.

“Feels like it, though."

“I'm sure, hun." Delia crawled on the couch until she was nose to nose with me, rubbing her cool pad against my own. She did reach up and unzip my top, which let me let out a sigh as the slightly cooler air started to sink into my stifled chest fur. I did let out a squeak when I felt Delia's hands rubbing through my fur just below my breasts. “Oh wow, you weren't kidding about thick fur… can't even see your nipples."

“K-Keep that up and they'll poke out soon enough, Delia." I muttered, though I made no move to stop the husky as my head leaned back. Those tender hands ignored my warning and lightly cupped the sides of my breasts; Delia ran her thumbs over the palm-sized swells. I felt my small breasts start to tingle and my nipples definitely started to harden and become more defined when her thumbs found and traced around them. I had to shift as my sheath started to pull back and my length bulged out my underwear, my inner thighs shifting.

“Sorry, sorry, I had wanted to wait until Alrac got here, but curiosity got the better of me. And you're quite sexy~" Delia muttered, nibbling on my neck. “Forgive my teasing?" I nodded with a quiet huff.

“Y-yeah, you're good. I'm a bit sensitive, though."

“Not near your heat are you? Al is spined~" Okay, now my slit started to drool behind my orbs. It was about fifty/fifty on that front for felines, and well, I had to admit, I enjoyed the barbed toys I had. I had to do some mental math, though, which was kind of hard with Delia's nose against my neck.

“I-I should be fine, if we go that far."

“I mean, I wouldn't stop you if you wanted some cubs. I'll likely want to play that up a bit anyways… the thought of Al breeding another girl in front of me… already knocked up…" She let out a cute little growl, her tail wagging: her own arousal was getting pretty strong and filling my senses. Delia was one strange, adorable husky for sure. I drew her into a light kiss as I met her clear blue eyes, one she deepened by closing her eyes and pushing her tongue into my muzzle.

It took me a moment to recover, but I suckled on her tongue while greeting her with my own. Our salivas mixed while Delia laid herself against me and I worked her jacket off, revealing the sleevelessness of her white blouse. I slid my hands down her back, hugging her closer, despite our warmth, and rested my hands in the small of her back just above her tail. I'd be amazed if she couldn't feel my throbbing length through the layers of clothing still separating us at this point, but I was… okay with just letting our tongues dance and my thumbs rubbing against her tailbase. Which made her whine adorably.

Suddenly, the kiss was broken and Delia was standing up; it was only then did I realize someone had been knocking. I blushed while Delia giggled and she looked through the peephole before opening the door. The lion from before stepped in, kissing Delia as he did. “Already getting started without me?"

“Can you blame me? Plus someone's pups are throwing my hormones all out of whack." Delia said; I just grabbed another gulp of soda and stretched a bit, ignoring my screaming body. “I mean, she seems normal enough. And~! Well, it's a surprise…" I squeaked a bit, but I doubted it; lions' sense of smell wasn't much weaker than a husky's.

“What, she's got a mate of her own hiding in the bathroom?" Alrac said. “That would make things a little more difficult. Room's kinda small for four."

“Nah, no mate." I said. “Kinda hard for me to find just one, admittedly." Delia let out an inquisitive sound, looking at me with some concern. “Hey, stereotypes get started for a reason, after all. Plus, it starts to feel a bit transactional, most of the time. If not one-sided, and if it's going to be that way, I'd, well, rather not have the option, if that makes sense?" I told her.

“Hmm…. Ooh, yeah, okay, that does make some sense. Yeah, it's like saying 'not good enough', huh?"

“Definitely starts to feel that way, yeah." I sighed, ears drooping slightly. I really had tried a few times with a herm, but most of them did follow the stereotype of thinking way too much with their cocks. Plus, my soft but lithe form made them think of me more as a female than a herm. Alrac just looked puzzled, looking between us.

“What are you two talking about?" The lion rumbled, petting along Delia's back.

“You up for telling him or showing him?" Delia asked. I had to think about it for a moment. Part of me did feel comfortable enough to trust the husky I was just making out with… but doubts still plagued me. So I settled for telling him.

“I'm a herm." I said, looking at him upside down: from this angle, he could likely tell my top was open as well.

“Oh? Neat." The lion rumbled. “I mean, unless you're the type who likes a guy's tailhole, then I'm definitely not your lion."

“Ugh, no. Why would I when they tend to have something much more fun?" I joked.

“I'll have to take your word on that, though I do like using mine." Delia nipped at his nose before returning to the couch to lay with her back on-top of me, head on my chest. “And you've got my mate charmed already."

“I told you a couple of times, didn't I? I have had a bit of a crush on her~" I frowned and poked at her side. “What?! I told you I was a fan, right? And admired your coding skills."

“So all that talk about the Gamehouse was just to lure me in?"

“Oh not at all, though… would be awkward if we didn't at least get along." Delia said, bumping her nose against my chin. “I'll run the idea by the designers and our writer; he is technically our landlord as well. Not that we have to pay rent, any house stuff comes out of the budget anyways."

“Oh? That's interesting… and somewhat enticing. Be nice to not have to worry about that." I said; my rent was constantly going up and contracts, while they did come in, only paid so much. I've had to do a ton more negotiating with those and, truthfully, it was discouraging. It felt like every other month (including just a week ago), I was getting a notice about some new fee or rate hike.

“Hey now, you'd have to work your tail off. Having another coder around should help, though." Delia said; Alrac joined them on the couch, his paw rubbing against the husky's belly while undoing her blouse enough to expose the lower part of it. The husky's tail wagged as well as it could against my inner thigh. I was really glad we hadn't gotten around to removing my bottoms, that tail would be rubbing some really sensitive bits pretty directly at the moment.

“I spend hours coding, anyways. At least when I need to be social, I can just pop my head into your room."

“Or our living room, gaming room… pool…" Alrac said. “She did tell you it was an estate, right?"

“That's the word I was looking for!" Delia said. “Like, it's not big enough or spread out enough to be a compound, but a mansion… isn't quite right either. I mean, it's not exactly one house; we do have an actual development lab in addition to our own war machines."

“Zav is looking into childcare needs for us, too… I still feel bad about that." Alrac rumbled. “Our writer," He told me when I looked at him questioningly.

“It's really sounding like I should check this place out." I said, drawing a finger along Delia's neck.

“But… you didn't come here tonight to get scouted, did you~?" The husky teased. I nibbled on one of her ears in retaliation, which only made her giggle.

“I mean, in a sense, I was supposed to be scouting, too, though I do think it's a bit sudden…" It was rare for me to do one-night stands, admittedly. And I did really like Delia so far; Alrac seemed pretty chill, too.

“We don't have to do anything, really, other than just play some games if you want. Or talk." Alrac told me. My… arousal had calmed down a bit. Or neediness, admittedly. It was rare to find partners who seemed so… open. Honestly, I had been expecting the worse and figured I'd still be home with my toys.

“It is… a bit overwhelming, yeah." I admitted; I laid it out for them: my history of dealing with stereotypes of both foxes, bunnies, and herms, mostly, with some bad experiences thrown in. Though my hand did tease along Delia's collarbone while I did. They listened rather well, too. And about my own preferences of being on top with women while being on bottom for males, at least when it came to penetration.

“Sheesh, being a herm sounds way harder than I imagined…" Alrac said. “And I did hear you'd have to worry about birth control, too?"

“Don't remind me… though Delia did say condoms wouldn't exactly work well with you~" I stuck my tongue out.

“H-hey, they make more durable ones for felines, though… yeah, they're not comfortable." He blushed a bit… which did make him a little cuter, adding to the whole 'kingly handsomeness' most lions had.

“Huh, so… you're effectively straight?" Delia asked. I nodded, bumping my nose against hers.

“I mean, I definitely don't mind my partners playing with my other half, but when it comes to the actual mating, definitely." I sighed. “And the number of males who don't get that…"

“I imagine the intersection between males interested in herms and males who'd rather be on top is pretty small?" The lion sounded… slightly angry. Which was, again, weirdly adorable; he seemed to be getting angry for someone he'd just met after all.

“In my experience." I answered. “It might be larger, but you get enough dirty looks and yelled at enough and it's just… harder to find a partner." Delia seemed to be looking at Alrac. Suddenly, I had a lion muzzle pressing against my neck on one side while the husky's pressed against my other side. I squeaked and chirred, warmth running down my body again and turning into a heat, my toes curling a bit. It had been way too long since I'd had any intimate contact.

“Just relax, Kai~" Delia muttered against my neck. “Uh, this might be a bit much, but when you, uh, hit your peak…" I squeaked and nipped at the husky's ear. “Sorry, sorry, but I mean, I figured better to ask if we needed to worry about a mess or not."

“What, not planning on letting her between your legs?" Al asked, his deep voice vibrating my neck slightly.

“Well, if she was getting overwhelmed, I figured it better if we didn't both play with her at the same time. And given her parents' species~" That got another nip from me. “What, you're going to tell me you're not knotted or have a short recharge?"

“Fine, fine, you're right. And yes, I can get messy. Not every time, but it has been a bit." I sighed. “And, I mean, if you don't mind a bit of inexperience, it wouldn't be too hard to use my muzzle…" I felt my pulse starting to quicken, both with excitement and anxiety. Some part of me was still worried they were getting me all worked up (and hopeful about employment) only to toss me aside when they saw me in just my fur.

Even so, Alrac helped Delia up and then pulled me by my hips closer beneath him, though let me stay laying on my back on the couch. He pressed his muzzle into my… does it count as cleavage if my breasts really weren't at risk of touching each other? I never did find out, but the larger feline's blunt muzzle and warm breath sunk into my fur and chest and made me let out a quiet moan. My fingers slid into his mane, curling to grip lightly.

“A shame you're not in heat~" Delia teased, sitting on the arm of the couch and letting her foot rub against my ears. Normally, that didn't do a whole lot for me, but once I get worked up… it made me melt with a whine and squirm as the lion's heavy paws cupped against my pants and underwear, pulling them off in one go. “Ooh, you're even fox shaped~!" My tail lashed out and wrapped around my hips, thick fluff hiding my pulsing foxhood and waist entirely. “And while you're not hyper hung… nothing to slouch off either~" I mean, I was a full six and a half inches, which, with my height, felt a bit big.

“If you keep commenting and teasing, you're gonna scare her off, love." The lion rumbled, lifting his muzzle to kiss me: his kiss was tender, those large paws making me feel small as they ran along my sides. I wouldn't say I was curvy, but I was just a bit wider in the hips and my thighs and legs were more rabbit like: I could hop and frequently did for exercise in addition to running.

His tongue was thicker, warmer than his mate's, and his thumbs bigger as they worked and massaged against my sensitive breasts. I was panting and moaning into the kiss, my tongue starting a shy dance with his, though a careful one: his tongue was considerably rougher than hers as well. Each moment the kiss continued, eating away at the fresh air in my lungs, my brain really started to accept this was happening. Mostly because I felt my tip pushing into his belly slightly and he didn't even flinch: he'd pulled my tail out of the way. Or Delia did; I only now realized she wasn't petting my ears still. My eyes were closed and even if I opened them, all I would see is the large feline I was making out with. I did, vaguely, feel a lot of shifting around my legs, though it stopped as Alrac finally broke the kiss. I gasped for air as his muzzle moved down, that rough tongue lapping and tugging at my fur, and then my nipples, which sent a couple of sharp jolts through me and made me squeak.

He smirked a bit and carefully suckled one of my nipples into his muzzle, which only made me coo and moan out. Delia giggled, running her hand through my hair and I nuzzled into her pettings. I blinked slightly when I smelled a musk on her hands: to my contact-starved body, it only made me chir and I felt my folds only grow warmer and wetter, my eyes half closing.

Suddenly, my lion lover's muzzle was moving down my body, licking against my thick, creamy-golden fur before I felt my length tap against his chin. He just moved his head to the side and continued around the pale-fleshed rod. The closer he got to… everything, the more I started to squirm while my legs pulled up and apart, splaying a bit and nestling my rear into the corner of the couch a bit.

“Huh, so you've got these, too." I heard Alrac rumble out before his nose pressed against my balls. My large toes curled and flexed at the shock through my system, my length throbbing and drooling a bit of pre at the same time I felt some arousal gather and drip down my folds. Dammit, my whole body felt on fire with need… I was really glad I wasn't near my heat (for those wondering, it was… roughly a couple of weeks off? At least by my count.)

“Y-yeah, some herms have them internally… didn't get that lucky…"

“Wouldn't you be more virile than them?" Alrac asked. I looked down with a huff. “What? Modeling and character design means biological research."

“I-I guess, never really thought about it. Even if I do kinda have a breeding fetish…" I admitted with a huff.

“And being bred?" Delia asked curiously. At some point, the husky had lost the rest of her clothes; I had had my eyes closed to enjoy the lion's muzzle so much more.

“… Eh? I mean, I'm sure with the right partner, I'd love it." I muttered with a huff. “I mean, I do at least prefer it without a condom… and feeling it all inside me." I figured if they were vetting me for joining their house, and the large stud of a lion was about to rail me, no use hiding it. Delia leaned down and gave me a kiss right as her mate's rough tongue dove beneath my orbs and into my soaked folds. It made my head jerk and my legs kick a bit; the sudden euphoric rush made me shiver and cry out into the kiss. The husky sharing the kiss was petting along my cheek and neck, her tongue diving back into my muzzle.

Alaric was not shy exploring, though he was careful with his tongue… I think. It was hard to tell given how hard I focused on not squeezing down too hard on that sandpaper-y tongue. That… that was a new sensation, rough tongue just playing with my sensitive entrance and probing deeper and deeper, a few spots eliciting a hiss of pleasure into his mate's muzzle. Each roll of his tongue was a weird, but somehow pleasant, sensation of bumps rolling along my hot walls. He kept rubbing his muzzle against my outer folds, too, making me wiggle and whimper: my foxhood felt close to bursting and my knot was almost sore. Suddenly, the presence between my legs disappeared.

That textured tongue suddenly dragged from the base of my cock, and from the moment it brushed over my knot, the lion's tongue followed slight swell of my cum up the underside of my length to the tip, chasing it out of my length while my hips lifted off the couch in instinct. My whole body shuddered and I yipped-moaned into Delia's muzzle. And Alrac was relentless, his tongue lapping at my cock and directing my seed onto my front: the first spurts painted to just beneath my breasts while the rest landed along my belly. My tailbase was soaked through with my femcum too, my walls grinding together as I squeezed and tensed in an orgasmic rhythm. Delia pulled her muzzle free, though, only to bring a finger covered in my cum to her tongue. She hmmed, murring as she tasted it like some sort of fine wine. If I wasn't so blissed out, I would've protested. As it was, it was all I could do to breathe through the waves echoing through me. At least until Delia got my attention by tapping my nose.

“Wha-What?" She motioned to Alrac, who's muzzle was dripping with my arousal.

“Any position you'd prefer? I'd take you like this, but I don't want to risk hurting such a sexy vixen-doe~" Alrac rumbled, his heavy, warm paws gently cupping against my pulsing orbs: already they were working to get ready for another release.

“I'd say riding, but damn, not sure I have the strength for that right now~" I groaned. “L-Let me get on my hands and knees." I was a bit shaky as I stretched, though Delia had disappeared into an adjoining bathroom. I caught how hungry Alrac looked… and only now noticed the beast of a cock between his legs. Almost a full nine inches of slightly barbed length pulsing almost as angrily as mine had felt. My folds started to drool in anticipation and, despite shaky legs, I managed to get myself in position. My shapely rear presented to the lion in offering as I rested my head against the overstuffed couch arm. And I managed to down the rest of one of the bottles of berry-juice soda I'd brought up with me.

Alrac's heavy hands felt… comforting, controlling on my hips, but gently helped position me a bit to draw them level with him. I could feel his blunt tip pressing against my folds: I was tense, anxious. I suddenly let out a loud yip and bunny-bark, tail lashing as my folds were stretched around his hot flesh. Those angled bumps along his length were almost like soothing pets along my walls, thousands of little points that hit every. single. nerve. inside me. It made my overstimulated body writhe as I heard him rumble above me; I moaned out and trembled as I felt what seemed like an endless rod of lion cock splitting me. And he was just thick enough that it felt like he threatened to tear me in half. My cunt squeezed down hungrily against him, which only made those blunt barbs of his dig into me more. My eyes started to roll a little and I huffed.

“Whoa, you two wasted no time… I was gonna clean Kai up first." Delia sounded like she was pouting. The husky did rub some damp paper towels along my belly as her mate continued to push deeper and deeper. My stretched entrance felt amazing… and the pressure in my depths felt so good. And then I let out another yelp, back arching and toes curling; my cunt rippled and pulled hungrily at the lion inside of me. One aspect of my herm anatomy… my prostrate was sort of oddly shaped and positioned. And a thick enough toy… or partner, it seemed, could press against that sensitive organ and make my whole groin area flinch and squeeze. A heavy spurt of pre shot out of my length, though I think Delia managed to catch it. “Wasn't kidding about that refactoring period… Hold on, love. Let me get a condom on her." I whined with a huff. “Hey, as tasty as your cum is, I'm not lapping it off the couch." I felt that glove-like grip slip around my length and mold around my knot just tight enough to squeeze. Delia's fingers felt so good, too. “And not sure you could handle my muzzle…"

“D-definitely not if you want your mate finishing inside me…" I groaned out. The lion gave my rear a light slap and grip, which just made me whimper in need. A slight hint of pain cutting through the onslaught of overwhelming, numbing pleasure. That seemed to be his warning, though, before dragging back. My mind exploded as an orgasm ripped through me along my spine, my muzzle shooting open as my body squeezed as hard as I could on that rod inside of me. All I could see was white, even with my eyes screwed close. I was pretty sure I had to brace myself against the couch's arm. The feeling of those barbs going in were like pets, but that pulling… that set my body on fire. My tail was all frizzed out… most of my fur was, and Alrac was not shy about starting up a rhythm working that cock in and out of me. That condom was already starting to swell with my cum, too… so maybe Delia had a point.

“Oh, someone's a bit of a size queen, I think~ Can take more of Alrac than I can, even." The husky said, her hand trailing along my spine and grounding… everything a bit.

“N-no, you're just not the one being taken, love. She's a little tighter in her depths, too… worried to push too deep." Alrac rumbled out, drawing the husky into a kiss… I think. I heard her yelp and what… I vaguely thought were kissing noises. It was kinda hard to tell given the much louder sounds of the feline's cock driving in and out of me and my own moans and growls. My pussy was absolutely drooling around that thick cock. “She might be a good match for Zav, though."

“You think? I was already planning on getting him to be her second sponsor… They're both big Spellslingers players." The husky said. “But focus on now, hun." I… somehow followed most of that, even as I realized that my drooling, pounded pussy was feeling… fuller and wetter: I hadn't even realized the lion was pumping his pre into me already. I was more concerned with trying to match his thrusts, pushing back against him finally as I managed to regain a bit of my energy and sanity. I did manage to latch onto the name Zav that kept coming up and sponsor before I suddenly had a husky wiggling beneath me, her arms wrapping around my neck and her muzzle pressing against mine. She seemed to think for a moment before she rolled the condom off of me, as well, my length twitching with the relief when it felt like it could breathe again.

“That's it, just let the lion stud rut you," Delia muttered to me. “Feels good, doesn't it?" I nodded, starting to lick at the husky's muzzle as I panted beneath her mate. I did suddenly yelp as I felt him press against my cervix, wincing.

“A-ah, careful, Al-Alrac, you're way too thick for getting past that." I panted back, my eyes screwing shut.

“G-got it." The lion rumbled back, not pressing as deep into my convulsing tunnel, but he was starting to rut harder and faster. Delia's paws moved to rub against my chest and breasts again. Only now did I register the husky's own bust might be a C? Maybe D? It was hard to tell at the moment, feeling the lion's cock driving into me over and over while my hips rolled back to meet him.

Suddenly, Alrac pushed deep, but he was careful as his tip pushed up against my cervix again. It certainly wasn't as sharp and rough as before, which I appreciated as I felt him twitch and throb, hard. I could almost feel that virile seed rolling through his length before, finally, that potent liquid started to pump into me. I could feel my cunt flooding with cum, his and mine… I'd lost track of how many times I came, though the load that shot out on the husky's unswollen pregnant belly beneath me was a bit less than I normally put out. I just groaned, my head burying against Delia's neck as she pet along my back. The angle the lion was holding me at had his seed shooting and seeping deeper into me: that was a new feeling.

“Gods, your mate can cum." I muttered against Delia; the husky giggled.

“Yeah, he was plenty productive before Omni. After… poor lion needs a fair amount of water after we're done before we go again. You're no slouch either, though… Might have to get you and Alrac to compete for my next litter~"

“Ugh, tease." I groaned. It was only once I started to feel a bit bloated that Alrac carefully withdrew his length from me, easing me down to lay against his husky mate. I snuggled into her bared chest, licking a bit as I yawned.

“Aww, you tired her out, hun!" Delia said.

“And she sucked me dry, so pretty sure we're fair at this point." The lion rumbled, massaging along my legs and thighs, thumbs working out the stiffness from being bent like that for a while.

“Yeah, but what about your horny, pregnant bitch~?"

“I'll fuck you to sleep tonight, love, no worries." Alrac rumbled. “Now, whether that's here or the house or at Kai's…"

“Oh, you're both definitely welcome at my place tonight… not sure I wanna sleep alone, at least."

“Hmm… that makes me a little worried about making you too dependent on us, though…" Delia said. Part of me knew she was right; the more mature side that pushed my horny (and admittedly submissive) side down. That side wanted to depend on them. “Or at least Alrac here. You've not even gotten to fuck me, yet!"

“Oh trust me, could easily get dependent on you both~" I said; I'd been well aware, but ignoring, just how lonely I had become. I gave the husky another kiss, though, and carefully sat up. “You are right, though… if you two stayed the night, it would make me feel that much more lonely when you left." I sighed. Dammit, just the thought of going home was already making me feel… melancholy. And it wasn't just because I wanted to see if my new husky friend could take all of her mate's cock.

“Hmm… sounds like this should just be a one-night thing. At least until you move in." Alrac said. “After that, it won't matter how attached you get to us, after all. Or anyone else in the house. There's Zav and then there's our fashion consultant; she doesn't actually live at the house, though, since we just call her occasionally." That was intriguing; I did know of someone who was in the fashion industry, but right now... too well-fucked, honestly, to bother asking. And I doubted it was who I once knew, anyways.

“So… when does your heat start, hun?" Delia asked.

“Why? You still want Alrac to try and put cubs in me?"

“Well, yeah, that'd be hot to watch~" Delia kissed at my neck. “But if we're setting you up on a date with a hunk of a dragon, probably best if you're not in heat at the time. Unless you'd want a belly full of half dragons?" The husky muttered against my ear. I squeaked, though… Dragons were a huge weakness of mine. As in… at least the males were my number one preference when it came to males. I said I was weird, right? (And for the record, exotic felines, wolves, and vixens were all tied when it came to females)

“… Two weeks, I think." I admitted after a moment. “A-And please, before then. Not sure I'll be able to eat and make rent with my landlord constantly jacking my it up." Yeah, that was the excuse.

“Isn't Spellslingers launching that expansion later this week?" Alrac hmmed; he'd apparently fished out his phone to check… something. “Zav's got it marked here on the calender as a 'do not disturb' day. I would think there's maintance before hand?"

“I mean, weird reason to schedule a date, I guess, but yeah, it does…" It wasn't like Spellslingers was my only game, but still. I had finally regained enough of my strength to carefully sit up between the husky's legs, my hands petting on her thighs. She giggled, pulling her legs up and flashing her drooling spade at me; to my credit, after so many orgasms, my length did start to harden at the sight.

“Whoa~ Insatiable little bunny, aren't you?" Delia teased, her footpaw rubbing against my length.

“Sexy huskies, pregnant or not, will do that." Alrac said off hand. “And does look like Zav's good to meet the night before if you are."

“Sounds good, then. And yes, huskies will do that… particularly if they're pregnant." I huffed with the admission. Delia just smirked playfully. “A-At least when they're not in heat. But I think I'm truly tapped for the night. Thank you both. And Del, if you think you can trust others in the house to be cool about the herm thing, feel free to mention it, I guess." Delia stopped teasing my length with her foot before sitting up and kissing me again, her hand on my neck. I shivered, feeling her mate's cum threatening to drip out of me: if it wasn't so thick, it probably would have already. Once she broke the kiss, Alrac pulled me back in a hug and kissed me from above, his arms squeezing just beneath my small bust… which Delia, the devil husky, took as an invitation to kiss my nipples. Seriously, if I didn't get out of here soon, these two were going to make it really hard for me to be able to walk back home tonight~!